"Transform, I guess," Naomi replies. "You can change me back after, right?"
"Okay, transform...but what do?" The newly-porcine Jen wonders. "Oh, of course. I was transformed into my part into the play, and you will be too."
"Hey, wait! Can you not make me something a little less extreme?!"
Of course, it is too late. Naomi, still donning her skimpy wolf outfit and according make-up, begins to make the transition to the ravenous wolf she is supposed to be in the play. Her ears go first, lengthening and developing a point at the tip. Her mouth extends into a muzzle, fangs and wet nose complimenting her new canine visage. In response, she begins to remove her costume, stumbiling out of her tailed-shorts and grey top to allow her changes to develop. A long tail worms its way out of her behind and grey fur spreads across her athletic body like wildfire. With a deafening howl, Naomi is a wolf.
"Haha, that was too funny!" Jen giggles.
"I'm glad it cheered you up," Naomi says, inspecting her new body. "I'm a pretty cute she-wolf. Better than being a hunk of ham!"
Jen's smile quickly dissipates. "Maybe once I change back I can keep you as a pet. I'm sure Rover would like a girlfriend."
"Yeah, or maybe I can take you home and serve you in a honey glaze," Naomi snaps back.
As the two girls bicker, a knock comes on the bathroom door. "Girls, are you okay?" It was the director!
They stay silent, unsure what to do.